But the well is basically abandoned, and the underground water, which doesn’t flow underground, is almost drained.
The third plan is sewage recycling.
Recycling of dostic wastewater produced within the fortress, such as urine, through a sewage treatnt system to make it reusable.
The last thod is collecting condensate water, utilizing the temperature difference inside and outside the fortress, using the ventilation system to collect water vapor, condense it into liquid water, and purify it for direct drinking.
As for food acquisition, it mainly involves a small animal with a super-strong reproductive ability, which can be consud for protein.
To Mao Xuan, it seed like a kind of insect similar to a cockroach.
Occasionally, there would be explorations outside to search for all kinds of supplies and tools.
After listening to Blackie’s account, Mao Xuan couldn’t help but sigh internally.
Although they are NPCs in the ga, the humanoid beings in this Small World are living too miserably.
If he were a survivor, rather than struggling to survive in such a harsh environnt, he would rather go enjoy himself in the pleasure palace of the Lord of Jile, and happily end his life journey.
However, given the survivors’ physical fitness, the Lord of Welfare might not even bother opening the door.
After all, the entertainnt venue the Lord of Welfare set up in Monster World does not entertain the weak... nor does it entertain players, because players would only break in and cause trouble.
Walking in the ruins scene, Mao Xuan began to think about the next step.
If he really couldn’t find a suitable living environnt, he could only return to the fortress shelter and improve the survivors’ living conditions through remodeling.
In this regard, he needed to seek help from the all-powerful forum players, as building a shelter is indeed sothing he couldn’t manage.
At this mont, Mao Xuan suddenly stopped.
Looking up ahead.
A gigantic black snake head erged from the turn of the ruins ahead, slowly moving forward.
This was a giant snake nearly 30 ters long, with eyes like two burning cold flas, pupils long and narrow like knives, exuding endless ferocity.
Its body moved like a mountain, andering out, each section of scale armor seed to be forged from hell lava, extrely grueso.
The 30 ters long body slithered through the ruins, crushing remnants and broken walls, stones and tal cracking under its weight, appearing slow in movent yet carrying an unstoppable oppressive force, as if the entire city suffocated under its shadow.
At this mont, the snake’s head lifted high, overlooking the ruins, and it was then it discovered Mao Xuan and others.
A deep growl issued from its throat, like thunder, causing the air around to tremble, the wind in the ruins seemingly halted, leaving only the massive black body slowly approaching, carrying the domineering intent to destroy everything.
Seeing such a terrifying creature, the survivors following Mao Xuan all turned pale.
An indescribable fear surged in their hearts.
The mont they were eyed by the giant snake’s vertical pupil, they slled a strong scent of death.
The imnse pressure almost suffocated them.
Roar!
The giant snake opened its mouth and roared at them, a gale carrying debris howling forward.
As the giant snake twisted its body, it suddenly accelerated its movent speed.
In the eyes of the survivors, the giant snake looked like a black mountain moving rapidly, with stones splattering and walls collapsing wherever it went.
Boom!
A building dozens of ters high was swiped by the giant snake’s tail into a cloud of scattered debris, its massive body winding faster through the ruins as it flipped over and crushed abandoned vehicles and obstructions along the way, once-solid buildings being fragile toys before the giant snake.
Facing the approaching pressure from the giant snake, Mao Xuan took no action.
This made the survivors behind him even more nervous, constantly calling on God to act.
At the critical mont, the giant snake’s massive head suddenly hovered three ters in front of Mao Xuan, a pleading expression appearing in its cold vertical pupils:
"Hey buddy, can you spare a few parts, I’m begging you."
"No, find it yourself."
"Brother, which guild are you from?" the giant snake imdiately asked.
"Dragon City."
"Alright, I’ll leave then."
Hearing Mao Xuan identify himself, realizing this was a guild it couldn’t afford to provoke, the Monster Stream player sighed with humanity, then turned and went away, its tail swipe breaking a tilted tall building into pieces.
Seeing the giant snake speaking human language, the players following Mao Xuan all widened their eyes.
Clearly unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Mao Xuan offered no explanation, leading the survivors to continue setting out.
In the distance, the roar of Monster Stream players occasionally echoed, rampaging through the city ruins like a doomsday giant beast.
In fact, this was the case; apart from their players, there was no combat force that could compete in this Small World.
It would not be an overstatent to call it an invincible giant beast.
Continuing the exploration, taking breaks for als, Mao Xuan never managed to find a suitable living environnt.
Leaving the city or returning to the fortress shelter for remodeling, he finally decided to return to the fortress shelter, and concurrently contact guild friends to find a player adept at shelter design to renovate and renovate the fortress, providing better living conditions for survivors.
Upon returning to the fortress shelter, it was already dark.
Only green-glowing bones remained of the Immortal Zombie remains at the gate.
At the mont of being killed by him, these Immortal Zombies had already been drained into energy and fed back into his body, leaving only bones without spiritual energy.
After settling the survivors, Mao Xuan was planning to call up the guild chat channel.
But then he heard a friend’s voice in his mind:
"Old Mao, check out this post (forum post link)."
Feeling puzzled, Mao Xuan imdiately clicked on the post, discovering it was a concept proposed by a Strategy Guide player.
This player expressed that he was helping a group of survivors in the Doomsday World, who previously obtained survival supplies by raiding other survivor teams.
Also known as: raiders.
Contact with these raiders inspired this player with an idea.
He stated that helping survivors indefinitely is akin to draining the pond to catch all the fish, as the survivors’ needs would increase linearly as they are satisfied.
Therefore, a group of players needs to stand on the raiders’ side.
Form a confrontational faction relationship between raiders and survivors, with players providing resources and assistance for the two factions.
Doing so would continuously yield Wish Power profits.
However, this plan is too sinister, and whether to proceed depends on the forum players’ suggestions.
After all, this plan can’t be carried out by an individual or small team, it requires cooperation from all players in the Doomsday Small World.
The post concluded with a poll:
Vote 1: Drain the pond and catch all the fish, build a prosperous world.
Vote 2: The Small World becos a delicate balance, with all beings moving as commanded the player desires.
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